Nostalgia is ingrained in the millennial identity. But while this has become an object of mockery, it can actually be a useful coping mechanism in these troubled times. One day, when doom-scrolling through Twitter, I happened across the most unexpected inter-generational debate I’ve ever read. A spate of millennial roasting by Gen Z-ers on TikTok … Continue reading The Virtues of Millennial Nostalgia
It was 4:45 p.m. New York time, 7:45 a.m. Melbourne time, when my parents called and said, with an unmistakable tone of disappointment, ‘We think you should come home.’
When I moved out of college at the end of last year, in favour of adulting in my first share house, I didn't get around to buying any meat for approximately two-and-a-half weeks. It's not that I don't like meat. In fact, when it's cooked well – think kebabs, slowly marinated and cooked over hot … Continue reading On Being an Accidental Flexitarian
‘You’re a millennial too, you know.’ When I was complaining, as many do, about the millennial generation and their flagrant use of technology, their vapid taste in music and general outlook on life, my sister – who is eight years older than me – informed me that I, too, was a millennial. Believing that my … Continue reading Reluctant Millennials and the Generation Wars
This year we discovered that the Millennial generation is actually a lot larger than we originally thought - with the oldest now in their late 30s. This has brought a rush of new contributions, including this piece from an older Millennial dad who had a lesson in mindfulness after getting too competitive in his first … Continue reading Corpse Pose: Finding my Zen at the Yoga Studio
‘This is the last year.’ My Pa says the same thing every year, pulling on his cracked old work boots and getting ready for another day running his small farm on the outskirts of Dubbo, NSW. Even at 80 years old, he hasn’t given up the family tradition of being a fruit farmer, not even … Continue reading A Life of Drought
Moving back to Melbourne, Avery didn't know how hard it would be to find a home ... The first house is on the edge of Thornbury and Northcote. The driveway pulls out onto a busy road. I know where the house is, when I first move in, because there’s a graffitied mattress across the street. … Continue reading Renting
When a post popped up in my inbox from Grattan Street Press about The M Project, I was delighted to read that, according to GSP’s definition, I am a millennial! Just. I was delighted because this fact made me feel young. Since returning to study, I feel exactly three hundred years older than most other … Continue reading Book Babies and Actual Babies
It felt like Christmas at my house when Dad announced that he’d bought a 500-hour block of internet. This was around 1997: I was thirteen years old and the whole world had been put at my fingertips. It was well before wireless networks, back when you had to dial in on a computer that was … Continue reading Talking to Strangers
I picked up my phone and stared at my screen frivolously: no new messages. Bored out of my mind, I did the rounds of all my social media. The usual: Snapchat, Twitter, Facebook, WhatsApp, and finally, my favourite binging app, Instagram. As I skimmed through my friends’ stories, a small feeling of guilt took over … Continue reading Digital Dilemma: When is it too much?
